There, his name. It's good, and Rhy starts to pepper more kisses over the new bite mark at Kell's neck. HE wanted to make his lover feel good. Wanted to bless his mate with everything that he deserved.
More was always something he could accept, that he could give, that he wanted. Rhy chuckled, low and happy, as he started to thrust harder into his lover.
His mate.
"Kell," he whispered, the name music on his own lips.
Usually, Rhy is the greedy one between the brothers but in this moment, this heat, Kell can't get enough. He cries out as the other thrusts harder. He knows there are guards that can probably hear them -- but he should get accustomed to people knowing they are together. They're mates after all. Kell will be bearing Rhy's heirs.
"Rhy," he moans, his body tightening around the other, he reaches down to stroke his own length right on the verge of losing himself to an orgasm just there.
The guards could gossip all they wanted. At least between each other. Rhy trusted them enough to know what he need not worry that they would betray King and Consort to the public before it was done properly.
"Indeed," Rhy laughed, thrusting faster, his own body starting to have the proper reaction. The swelling knot was something he could fell and he loved it, how Kell's body was beginning to catch at him.
As the other keeps thrusting he feels the knot growing, the way it catches against his rim and he whimpers, arching his hips and eager to be filled with Rhy's knot -- tied together and fully mated and claimed by his alpha.
"Mm," he strokes faster, and it doesn't take much longer before he comes over his hand, his body producing more slick as he presses into the other's thrusts harder.
Kell trembles underneath Rhy, overcome with being claimed so fully with his mate. He holds lose to him, crying out as the other thrusts into him hard, and filling his seed spilling inside of him.
"Rhy," Kell tries to sound stern. The idea of being knotted on the throne while sending a wave of need and arousal through him also embarrasses him beyond measure.
"I'll make sure the guards aren't inside the room. And no bowls of water for scrying in either. Everything to protect the privacy of my consort, my mate, my partner."
Because, technically, Kell was a noble. Kell was Vestra by adoption, a member of a royal line family. Which meant he would have the right to sit at Rhy's side not only as his consort and mate, but as a coruler. It was something that their mother had never truly sought, though her Vestra blood meant she had the right. But Kell? Rhy intended to give him power.
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Kell's head tilts back, giving the other free reign to his neck, the kisses over the new bite sending pleasure all the way through him.
"More, more, please," he begs, shameless in the moment.
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His mate.
"Kell," he whispered, the name music on his own lips.
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"Rhy," he moans, his body tightening around the other, he reaches down to stroke his own length right on the verge of losing himself to an orgasm just there.
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"Indeed," Rhy laughed, thrusting faster, his own body starting to have the proper reaction. The swelling knot was something he could fell and he loved it, how Kell's body was beginning to catch at him.
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"Mm," he strokes faster, and it doesn't take much longer before he comes over his hand, his body producing more slick as he presses into the other's thrusts harder.
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ANother last thrust and he felt himself coming hard, slamming into Kell one last time, the knot finally holding him in place.
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"Kell," he purred, leaning down to kiss his mark.
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"Mm, Rhy," he can't quite formulate any more words than that.
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And he whines at the pull. Please don't do that brother.
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Kell settles, though, it's a bit hard to remain still, truthfully. He shakes his head.
"You and your flair for the dramatic."
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"You like my flair, love."
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"It's annoying," he huffs breathlessly.
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“Don’t get too full of yourself,” Kell huffs and shifts beneath Rhy.
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But he's breathless.
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Mischief curled over his lips.
"I can't wait for the first time I knot you on the throne."
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"We can't do that there," Kell protests immediately.
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"Oh we can. I'm king. I said so."
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Because, technically, Kell was a noble. Kell was Vestra by adoption, a member of a royal line family. Which meant he would have the right to sit at Rhy's side not only as his consort and mate, but as a coruler. It was something that their mother had never truly sought, though her Vestra blood meant she had the right. But Kell? Rhy intended to give him power.
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ftb? I'm a little too overloaded for this rn